Darling • Fred Weasley x reader

Chapter forty eight

I lean against Fred's chest, his breathing in sync with mine as we sway to the music that plays in the now dimly lit room. The ceiling is charmed to look like it's snowing and everyone looks absolutely elegant. My head lays on his shoulder, facing the punch table in which Rowan and Belle stand next to.

I give her an confused look and she shrugs her shoulders, walking a few feet to sit at an empty table. She leans her chin on the palm of her hand, the eager expression she had before we entered the party now completely vanished.

I can tell Rowan felt bad that she wasn't enjoying herself, especially because she worked hard on planning the event. I pull away just enough to connect with Fred's eyes.

"Hey, I'm going to get punch, I'm thirsty. You want one?"

"Yeah, sure." He gives a quick grin before I walk towards the table, Rowan's eyes down.

"Why didn't you ask her to dance, Ro?" I question, picking up a red solo cup and taking a sip of the now spiked punch. I make a face, feeling the instant burning sensation in my sinuses and the back of my throat.

"Yeah, there's Vodka in that." He comments shyly, like he'd known for experience. I nod my head and place the cup back down, leaning against the wall beside him.

"I can tell you wanted to dance with her. Why didn't you?" I ask, he glances up at me.

"She doesn't see me like that y/n. She'd say no." He replies, sure of his response. I raise my eyebrows and tilt my head down.

"Really? That's your excuse? C'mon be bold, you're a Gryffindor remember? Plus, I don't think she'd say no..." I take a few steps backwards as I begin to walk away slowly and send him a wink the second before I turn around.

I find Fred standing next to George in the corner of the room, I hand him the cup as I make it to them. "It's spiked." I warn him.

"He knows, I'm the one who spiked it." George snickers. I roll my eyes playfully, grinning as I do so.

"Of course you were." I search the room for a second before my gaze lands upon Maddie who is in a deep conversation with Luna. "Why aren't you with Maddie?"

"Georgie's planning something." Fred informs me.

"Oh, like what?"

"He's going to ask Maddie to be his girlfriend." Fred says jokingly, nudging George's shoulder.

My features visibly brighten at the idea. "Really?" George nods with a nervous smile.

"Yeah, I think so. Do you think she'd say yes?" He asks.

I think about Maddies reactions to George's small gestures; her bright grin when he sat next to her during the quidditch game last week and her excitement when she came back from movie night and cuddling with the boy.

"I wouldn't doubt it." I smile.

An hour or so later I see George ask her from across the room, knowing so by her reaction of nodding her head enthusiastically and wrapping her arms around his neck. I smile to myself knowing she would have lots to tell all of the girls and myself when the party eventually ended.

As I take another sip of my punch, my eyes land upon Rowan and Belle who comfortably slow dance together. He notices my gaze and sends me a subtle appreciative smile for the push to ask her. I nod in response before Fred comes to stand beside me, taking my free hand as he does so.

"Are you doing anything right now or can I show you you're present?" He asks, hopefully. I place the red cup on the surface of the table.

"Nope, not busy." I respond cluelessly; he smirks, his eyes glinting with eagerness.